Well, it’s all over but the crying and the clean up.
No, I’m not referring to my latest carnal escapade. (That would crash the internet into a gazillion pieces.) I am referring to the Summer of 2015, which has evaporated into memory, leaving behind fond memories, sore muscles, blog posts yet to be written, and of course, Fan Expo Canada 2015.
I had an atomic blast at this year’s Expo, so much so that, quite frankly, I’m knackered! Of course, the fact that the Summer of 2015 was one of the busiest I’ve seen in years hasn’t helped matters.
But I’ve managed to summon enough power to cobble together a post-con report for our good friends at Pulp Nation.
Hopefully that holds you until I manage to write another post for my own site. Truthfully, I’m in a strange place these days. (And I don’t mean Jersey.) I’m carrying on with my life after losing Dad, but it hasn’t been easy.
I sometimes feel guilty for feeling happy.
I feel like it’s wrong to be able to venture into the outside world for outings like Fan Expo or Murdoch Mysteries Fan Day without having to make sure Dad is all right.
But I do it anyway. It is a cold, hard truth but an undeniable one: life goes on.
See you in the lobby, kids…